the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via kushandwizdom)
You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
I really needed to hear that right now.
You can’t live your life for other people. You’ve got to do what’s right for you, even if it hurts some people you love.
Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (via riseabovedefeat)
(Source: kushandwizdom, via riseabovedefeat)
I hate how being nice is being seen as “flirty” or “leading a guy on” no, I am not interested in you, i am just a nice fucking person.